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a love, that has grown with my growth, strengthened with my strength
till I now feel it to be (almost) a part and parcel of my organic being. My
heart prompts me to deeds of greatness, to carve out a name by my
own good right arm; that may be handed down to succeeding
generation. As a model of true fame and honor, but as I am, I have only
myself to-do battle for ( a selfish ambition truly) could I but have you, to
see your sheering smiles, to hear your applauding words, and feel your
arms around my neck in sweet approval. I could go forth to battle and
win. But enough of this; your woman's instinct has taught you long ago
that I loved you. Long ere I would trust myself to speak of write it. I lay
my heart at your feet, if you love me receive it, if not cast it away, aye
spurn it, and I
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go forth into this cold and heartless world, unfriended,
uncared, to grieve or my loss, but to rejoice (may it please heaven) in
your gain.
I shall probably come to see you "in person "in a few days. Mamma and
Nancy are both sick but I hope not dangerously.
I have no news of interest to pen; hear nothing but politics now a days.
Write on the reception of this.
Yours, Oll

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reciprocate
a love, that has grown with my growth, strengthened with my strength
till I now feel it to be (almost) a part and parcel of my organic being. My
heart prompts me to deeds of greatness, to carve out a name by my
own good right arm; that may be handed down to succeeding
generation. As a model of true fame and honor, but as I am, I have only
myself to-do battle for ( a selfish ambition truly) could I but have you, to
see your sheering smiles, to hear your applauding words, and feel your
arms around my neck in sweet approval. I could go forth to battle and
win. But enough of this; your woman's instinct has taught you long ago
that I loved you. Long ere I would trust myself to speak of write it. I lay
my heart at your feet, if you love me receive it, if not cast it away, aye
spurn it, and I
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go forth into this cold and heartless world, unfriended,
uncared, to grieve or my loss, but to rejoice (may it please heaven) in
your gain.
I shall probably come to see you "in person "in a few days. Mamma and
Nancy are both sick but I hope not dangerously.
I have no news of interest to pen; hear nothing but politics now a days.
Write on the reception of this.
Yours, Oll